At dawn we leave White King, its clouds all colored, For passage to Kiang-ling in one sun's circuit. While both banks' gibbons cry calls still unceasing, Our light boat has gone by many fold mountains.

Name: At dawn we leave White King, its clouds all colored, For passage to Kiang-ling in one sun's circuit. While both banks' gibbons cry calls still unceasing, Our light boat has gone by many fold mountains.
Uploaded: 2024-10-28T16:49:12+00:00
Duration: 6 s
Channel: Bouguerne Rachida
Description: At dawn we leave White King, its clouds all colored, For passage to Kiang-ling in one sun's circuit. While both banks' gibbons cry calls still unceasing, Our light boat has gone by many fold mountains.

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